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davidlikesguys02 · 1 year

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Magic Ropes

Word count: 1,009

Warnings: 18+, gay sex, blowjob, magic ropes, dom/sub Stephen Strange, dom/sub male reader, cockring, buttplug.

M/n: male name

GIF not mine

Kinktober 2022

You walk into your apartment and close the door behind you, when you turn back around you watch as you enter the mirror dimension. You roll your eyes and throw your backpack on the floor “come out and I won’t have to hurt you” you begin to walk towards your room.

You see a strange man standing in your room, you move your hands and a pair of orange glowing ropes appears in them, “we can do this the easy way or the hard way” he raises his hands and gets ready to attack you “I was hoping your chose the hard way” you whip the glowing rope at him and watch as it ties around his wrist.

You pull him towards you, throwing him at your feet “ow that looks like it hurts” you summon another rope and wrap it around his other wrist, you raise your hands and watch as the rope ties around your bed. “Now who are you and what are you doing here?” “I’m Dr. Strange” “ok Mr. Strange, what do you want” “I need your help” “with what exactly?”

“I just need you to come with me” “let’s say u believe you, what’s in it for me?” “You could have anything” you walk closer towards him and whisper in his ear “anything?” You insert your hand into his underwear and feel as it begins to get hard “you know I can read your thoughts, I know you want to fuck me Stephen”

You step away from him and watch as his pants and underwear fall to the ground, you bite your lip “so are you willing to help me?” “Sure” you raise your hand again and Stephen begins to get pulled towards your bed until finally he’s laying on it. You walk over to him and play with the tip of his cock “you're leaking a lot of precum” you bring your thumb up to your mouth and moan as you lick it.

You watch as he moans as you lick your thumb, you begin to undress yourself and get on the bed. Your finally face to face with his cock and you lick the tip “mmm” you look up at him “please, I wanna feel you” you begin to insert his cock into your mouth and watch as his head falls back moaning.

One of his legs pushes you further on his cock and he lets out an ungodly moan “ahhh” you feel as he slowly begins to thrust into your mouth keeping you in place with his leg. “Mmhm so good” you use your hands and push yourself off his cock. You turn your attention to his egg shaped balls and begin to suck on them “mhm how are you so good?” “years of practice”

You crawl closer towards him, you lean into his face and kiss him. You moan into his mouth and feel as he begins to explore it with his tongue, you pull away from the heated kiss. You pick up your hips and align his cock with your hole, you look into his eyes as you sink down on his length. You wrap your hand around his throat and apply some pressure, “you're so big” you watch as he smirks.

You roll your hips and watch as he lets out a small moan, “you like that” he nods “well you’re about to love this” you let go of his throat and lay your hands on his chest as you begin to pick up your hips and sink them back on his cock. You throw your head back as he begins to hit your prostate, you look down at him and watch as the ropes around his hands are getting weaker.

You watch as he begins to tug at the ropes and after a few tugs the ropes finally fade away into nothing, you feel as he grips your hips and begins to thrust into you at a faster pace. “SoMeones Exited” he picks you up and lays you down on the bed. He looks down at you as he began to fuck you, you grip the bedsheets and look into his eyes.

“I can feel you getting tighter around me M/n, are you close?” “yEs” you watch as he waves one of his hands and a cock ring appears on your cock. You feel as Stephen is pushing you closer towards your climax, and just as you are about to cum the cock ring seems to get a little tighter. “Mhm so close”

“I know baby, but you have to wait a little longer. I promise you’ll feel good” he begins to bite and suck on your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his cock begin to attack your prostate. After a few more thrust you feel as his thrust begin to get sloppy “you ready M/n” you nod “1..2……3” he waved his hand and the cock ring around your cock disappears.

“Stephen!” the knot in your stomach finally breaks and cum all over your stomach, you close your eyes tightly as your vision begins to turn white from the pleasure. You feel as Stephens falls on top of you as his warm cum begins to invade your insides, you slowly open your eyes and begin to play with his hair. “You did so good” “so did you”

You watch as he waves his hand once again and a red buttplug apears in his hand, “and what’s this for” “don’t want you leaking” you feel as he slowly removes his cock and replaces it with the buttplug. “God you look so hot” he leans down and gives you one final kiss, you pull away from the kiss “stay the night” “alright” “but you should probably get us out of the mirror dimension first” “what if we stay here” “alright as long as we’re having sex again” He leans down and whispers into your ear “you’re going to be moaning my name all night long M/n”

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havensins · 10 months

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I can just imagine strange being so stressed out after practically saving the multiverse and fucking the stress out of him goddddddd. - 🧊

i can see itttt, just coming home to you and falling into your lap. he’d use his magic to make everything easier, ridding the both of you of clothes, etc.

imagjne having him ride you while he’s so stressed, the whole thing would be so softtt! you’re sitting with your legs spread and you have a lap full of stephen. he’s bouncing languidly.

your hands would find his hips and and help him move faster. you could practically see his stress melting away and he’d drape his arms over your shoulders and hold you close as he moaned in your ear.

you’d have to make him cum at least twice; that’s how pent up he truly was. though you had no complaints, making stephen wail and cry out in the most beautiful way possible.

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skylarinfinity · 5 months

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[avengers compound swarms by zombies, some of the member already been bitten]

male reader : [realised one of the zombie is his ex boyfriend strange, rolling his eyes] oh now you walking toward me? i prefer when you always choose your work first.

natasha : i don't know what up with you and him but this is not the time to being salty! we need to go now! [drag male reader with her]

male reader : wait no, at least let me shot him first! [pout]

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

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squippy360 · 2 years

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.. could i possibly request stephen strange x femboy reader with bondage and degrading you can definetly add more kinks if you want the only one i wouldnt want is breeding. have a lovely day<3

Dom!Stephen Strange x Femboy!Male Reader

Cw:(smut, portal fingering, condom sex, fluff to smut to fluff, lil secret)

You were currently drying off after a relaxing bath while on a phone call with your best friend, Peter. You were in a deep conversation about random shows and just couldn't find the heart to hang up.

"That still doesn't answer the question of how Haku is going to be free. Chihiro said that there were houses built over the river!" I argued. "But he knows his name now! So he can escape just like Chihiro!" Peter said, exasperated. "BUT HOW IS HE GOING TO LEAVE HE'S NOT A HUMAN!!!" I yelled. "I DON'T KNOW HE'LL FIND A WAY!!!" Peter yelled back. "HE'S NOT A HUMAN!" I yelled back.

Silence.

We sat in silence for a bit before bursting out laughing. I clutched my tummy as I weakly pulled my shirt over my body. "W-We have to stop this…!" I fake cried out and that made us laugh harder. We fell to the floor and curled up. "Same brain cell energy." Peter guggled. We calmed down for a bit and I looked over at my buzzing phone to see Stephen was calling. "I gotta go-" we both said at the same time. "Same brain cell." We agreed and hung up.

"Hey Stephen." I said with a smile. "Hello, Darling~ How are you doing?" He said through a wall portal. "Hello, Love~ I'm doing pretty good!" I said with a big smile. He smiled as his eyes wandered down. He bit his lip as his eyes met mine. I blushed and covered myself with my shirt. "S-Stop staring…" I stuttered and looked down. "Oh, Darling…even with your shirt blocking my precious view, you're still breathtaking." He breathed out. I gasped and clutched the counter when he opened a small portal and stuck 2 wet fingers inside of me. "O-Oh…~" I whimpered. "You are so soft and loose. Were you playing with yourself?" He purred. I moaned and nodded.

"Hmm…" He smirked and pulled his fingers out. He looked over as I saw him open the portal wider and Stephen stepped through. "Bed. Now." He demanded. I nodded and quickly took my clothes and rushed to the bedroom. I took off my shirt and covered my body with the blanket when he walked in. His cloak jumped off his body and dived under the blankets. I gasped when it curled around my upper body so I couldn't move my arms. It also wrapped around my mouth so I couldn't talk. I let out a muffled yelp. Stephen smirked and pulled the blankets off of me. "So pretty for me~" He whispered. I shivered and looked up at him with puppy eyes, spreading my legs and whimpering.

"So pretty~" He growled and slowly peeled off his clothes. I shifted impatiently and whined. "I know, My love. I know how much you missed me, Darling~" He whispered passionately. He reached for the lube and quickly rolled a condom on. He spread some lube across my hole and set the bottle down. "Alright, here's your reward Darling." He smirked and slammed into me. I arched my back and screamed out into the cloak. I looked at him with needy and heated eyes. "Mm! Mm!" I cried out. "What? What me to fuck the living daylights out of you? Want me to fuck you until you can't cum without me?" He growled.

My begging was muffled but he knew what I wanted. He slowly moved in and out at first, searching and trying to aim for my good spot. I squirmed against the cloak but it didn't help. I kept pleading with him to go faster, but it didn't work. I threw my head back in frustrated pleasure but it soon changed when I felt him go deeper and hit that good spot. My legs immediately opened up more and I surrendered my body to him. He smirked and went faster, hitting that same spot over and over. I let out a high pitched moan and let some pleasure tears fall down my face, staining the cloak. "Fuck~ You're so perfect~ I wanna fill you up so good~ I love you and cherish you so much~ I need you so much, M/n~ Please be mine forever." He whimpered and leaned down. The cloak moved and he immediately kissed me. I whimpered and whined in the kiss.

His mouth was so soft and warm. He always tasted like tea and sweets. "God, I just love you so much…HAH!" I breathed out and moaned loudly when he started to just slam into my good spot. "Master!!! Harder!!!" I begged and sobbed loudly. He bit my collarbone, kissing it and leaving hickeys. My voice got louder and higher the closer I got to my climax. "OH I'M GOING TO CUM!!! PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!" I screamed. "Please Baby~ Make a mess of yourself~" He growled. I screamed out and arched my back and came on my tummy. I saw him shiver and he let out a groan and came inside the condom. The cloak finally let go and propped me up comfortably.

I nuzzled against the cloak as he pulled out. "You're so pretty~" He whispered and helped me clean up. "I have to get back to work but I'll stay here until you fall asleep." He whispered and brushed my hair out the way. "M'kay…" I replied and the cloak laid me down. We talked for a while before I fell asleep in his arms.

EXTRA:

Peter rushed into the room where everyone was. "I-I think M/n's in trouble!" He said, exasperated. "What do you mean?" They asked. "I heard him screaming that he's coming or something!" He said. Steve and Bruce blushed and looked away. Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Loki, Even Thor looked at him in shock. "Oh kid…" Tony mumbled. Sam and Bucky started giggling to themselves before bursting out laughing. Peter looked a bit embarrassed as Loki guided him to the couch. "There is no easy way to say this…" Loki mumbled as Peter started getting nervous.

Next up: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh darkdom!winter x male reader

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beanxemily · 2 years

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Scarlet Witch/wizard from another universe!Reader: I don't need you.. to tell me who.. I am.

Strange: There's two of them?

Wanda: I surprised myself, Stephen

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st4rshang0ut · 2 years

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Wong: Don’t cast that spell.

Strange:Okay.

*ten minutes later*

Strange,on the phone: Wong, you’ll never guess what I did-

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river13245 · 3 months

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Star Trek (strange New Worlds Masterlist)

Navigation / Main Masterlist

Characters

Spock (none yet)

James Kirk (none yet)

Christopher Pike (none yet)

Nyota Uhura (none yet)

La'an Singh (none yet)

Number 1 (none yet)

Hemmer (none yet)

Erica Ortegas (none yet)

Dr M'Benga (none yet)

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just-a-strange-boy · 1 year

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Something lost, something found

In a world falling apart, you come across a sorcerer as broken and lonely as you - both of you aching to finally feel something again.

Pairing: Sinister Strange x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), mentions of suicidal thoughts, breath play / asphyxiation, choking, frottage, D/s dynamic, mentions of body dysphoria (reader undergoes magical transition), Sinister will forever be his own warning

A/N: time to go to horny jail

This world was hopeless.

It was cold and lonely.

Snow-like ash fell over the city, doing nothing to cover up the imminent destruction taking place by the second. Streets bled into wasteland, entire buildings erased as they were torn apart into nothingness, the laws of nature disrupted as chaos took its place instead.

Everything was chaos. The sky was crumbling, the ground cracking open, everything that had once been known as New York City was dissolving slowly but surely, until nothing remained.

It would all be gone eventually.

Hopeless, lonely, chaotic - it had been the only life you'd ever known. Even before coming into this universe, to a world falling apart just like you, it had been that way.

Moving back and forth between cities, changing schools times and times again, therapists and hospitals even more often, there had never been an ounce of stability in your life. After you parents had finally kicked you out and your friends being as absent as they had always been, you neither had a school degree nor financial safety nor the means to live a life worth living.

It had been nothing but cruel and painful to make a living on the streets, dragging yourself through months of merely existing, looking for a purpose. Considering you hadn't wanted to live at all anymore you didn't even know why you bothered, and after wishing you'd just never wake up again on that one fateful day, you hadn't expected that this was waiting for you after your awakening.

When you had found yourself here, in a world that was as broken and pitiful as you, a nightmarish place resembling New York City at the possible end of times, you couldn't help but feel taunted by it: A reminder for how wrong your existence had always been. A cold and vast place without any life.

At first you had wondered if you had actually died and just found yourself in what would be your personal hell – after all, the people from the church had always said that you would go to hell for being like you were, so maybe this was it. But while you weren't so sure about being alive (when had you ever truly lived the last few years?), you were most certainly conscious and quickly realized that existing here wouldn't be any different – just another extension to your useless life as it was.

The first day and night, you had gone without shelter or food or comfort. You had wandered the abandoned streets, dry soil, cracked streets, remains of human bones paving the ground under your feet, small trinkets and pieces that told you how there must have been life here once, useless reminders of the past.

There wasn't a way of telling where you were going, a heavy fog lasting over the city, the reality breaking apart in what seemed like a spectacle out the movies, an all consuming wormhole devouring everything.

Eventually, you hoped, it would get to devour you too.

In the cold and vastness of this place, you had kept on wandering, looking for a purpose, searching for life, until your feet grew tired. And when your feet had tired out, your throat sore, thirsty for the lack of drinkable water, your stomach yearning for something to eat, your body aching for rest and a bed and salvation, you had cowered to the ground behind a forlorn tree, curled up in the rags you called clothes, and hoped – like before – for death to finally come for you.

Who had come for you wasn't death.

This world was hopeless, cold and struck by chaos – but you weren't alone anymore.

When you had awoken the second time after wishing for nothing but death, you couldn't quite believe you found yourself laying in a bed – you hadn't been in an actual, comfortable bed like this for years, the soft mattress and thick woolen blanket a comfort almost forgotten, lulling you in.

The room was warm, though the world outside would no doubt still be as bitter and cold.

Candles illuminated the dark. You had found tea and water at your bedside, a plate adorned with biscuits and crackers. Apparently new clothing had been given to you as well, noticing that your rags had been replaced with something whole, warm and comfortable.

In the corner of the room stood he, the sorcerer who had taken you in.

Something sinister stuck to him, the way he had kept on standing there, knowing that he had been noticed, watching you quietly for a long while until he had eventually stepped into the candlelight and introduced himself.

Stephen Strange.

You had never met a man like him. There was no other man like him, you quickly figured out.

The only one remaining in this world, the only one still alive here, awaiting the end of his world with patience, gloom, desperation and grief.

The one who lived here in complete loneliness, darkness having taken hold of his heart and his mind, seeking out for a companion to make the rest of his days worthwhile, now that he had already lost everything.

Something lost. Something found.

You took to this world, the sorcerer and his magic like you were born for it.

Part of you developed the impression that you must have awoken in this world for a reason, that perhaps it was your destiny. That you had been meant to end up here. That a world as wrong and broken as you suited you better than any other.

That a man as wrong and broken as you would be your companion until the end of your days.

Stephen was capricious, his moods changing day to day, but he was insistent he would never let harm come your way.

There were days when he was somber, wallowing in his own self-pity, thinking, reflecting, standing by the window and watching the world outside falling apart, for hours and hours at a time.

Busying himself with studying spells and reading his old books, tending to the Sanctum as it was the only thing left to him, you often refrained from interrupting him, thinking your own presence here was nothing more than a nuisance to him.

Though quickly, he had begun caring for you. You figured you weren't such a nuisance at all – Stephen was tolerating, if not actively seeking out, your presence. He allowed you to sit with him while he read, allowed you to tend to the Sanctum, allowed you to request for whatever you needed, led calm conversation to slowly but eagerly earn your trust.

A man stricken by grief and loss, he soon began voicing his fear of losing what he had found, so clearly under the impression that if you had the chance to return to your old life, you would not waste a second thought and leave him too. Just like everyone had.

But you wouldn't. You had nowhere to go, no one to return to, nothing you lacked or missed. Not in this world, not in any world. Here you had Stephen. Your savior. Your protector. Your sorcerer.

A man willing to give you everything. Whatever you yearned, he tried to make happen.

So, he had helped you to completion. All it had taken was a spell. After seeing your own grief and pain, tormented by your own body and how wrong it was, that this simply wasn't meant to be yours, Stephen had researched to find a simple but effective solution. It hadn't even hurt.

Before you could even realize what was happening, magic had been surging through all of your body and it had changed. Your voice had deepened in the slightest, stubble coming in on your cheeks and jaw, your chest was flat and you found yourself truly completed, like any other boy or man.

But while Stephen had helped you and you wouldn't have it any other way, finally feeling at home in your body, it had only slightly whittled away at the chaos and emptiness within you.

It was still there, the hopelessness, the loneliness, the darkness, the incapacity to truly feel joy.

You were perfected, you were given everything you required on a whim, you had a safe place, someone who cared, and still found it hard to be truly happy.

But so did Stephen.

He hadn't felt happy for a long time either. How could he have, wandering this world alone for so long, nothing to keep him right, nothing to keep him sane? Sinister and vile, he called himself, unable to feel happiness and love and find simple enjoyment, never truly satisfied.

He had denounced himself capable of emotions, corrupted by the dark toll his sorcery took on him, and yet he couldn't hide that he did feel something.

Being gentle, never violent, around you, almost cautious, harvesting a curiosity for your person, taking an interest in your well-being, it was evident there was still a goodness within him that he couldn't deny.

You liked this side of him. You liked that you made him feel something.

No matter how much darkness the sorcerer had faced in his days, no matter how drained he was from using his magic, no matter how much the world around you two was still falling apart – when you were near him, it was suddenly so much easier to exist.

Stephen tended to you, a task he reveled in. He was a provider, a teacher, a companion.

And just like that, he was going to be your love too.

You first lay with each other during a thunderstorm raging outside.

Since the roof of the Sanctum was falling apart just like the rest of this world, the attic only protected from lasting weather damage by a magical shield, and cold wind was drafting through the upper levels, disrupted by rumbling thunder and cracking lightning, you both had gone to look for shelter in a room downstairs, the one he had deemed your personal living space after taking you in.

It was adjacent to the tea room and the kitchen, and currently candles flooded it with soft light and warmth.

It must have been late afternoon – time passed strangely here after all – when clouds had darkened the sky and the storm began raging. You had decided to wait out the weather together as lightning ruptured through the sky, thunder rolling over the horizon, wind blowing through the old floorboards of the Sanctum, the unmistakable sound of heavy rain joining.

With the familiar distance between the two of you, you had gotten into bed together, deciding to make this a lazy afternoon.

While you were laying back into the pillows, covered by the woolen blanket up to your navel to spare you a bit more warmth, Stephen was sitting beside you, leaning against the headboard, reading to you from an old book you had found that didn't have to do with magic.

His voice was pleasant to listen to, so much that the thunderstorm faded into the back, and you genuinely liked him reading the story out loud, the way he gave the words he spoke aloud so much life.

You could have listened to him for hours. Maybe even the rest of your life.

Eyes raking over him in awe, like they so often did, you allowed yourself to listen and observe.

It might have been that Stephen was as dark and unkempt as his world, but he was attractive.

His skin was pale, his eyes icy blue, his hair had begun to gray, his beard was a little unruly, much like his temper hard to tame. You followed the movements of his lips for a moment, thinking how much you also liked it whenever they curved into a smile.

His hands were scarred and from occasionally being touched, you knew exactly how rough they felt, though he always handled everything he touched with care, like the pages of his book.

You didn't doubt there was also a certain strength to them, that they could break things as easily as make them. They were capable of dark magic after all.

You had never gotten to see much more of him, hidden in the shadows, hidden in his dark robes, layers and layers of protection, shielding him of from anything and anyone getting too close.

He let you close, but never so close as to reveal too much.

Today, he had taken of his boots before getting into bed, but nothing else. As usual he wore his dark robes, a sign of his status as a sorcerer. You didn't even know if he had anything else to wear but this. You had never seen him in other clothing, ever.

Perhaps this was his way of not making himself vulnerable, never making a display of himself, always in his robes that displayed strength and professionalism.

But as mysterious as he was, you of course wondered what was beneath the surface.

What would it take to convince him to let you see him? What would make Stephen trust you?

The sorcerer and you were close. It was simply inevitable when you only had each other.

Your companionship was a silent understanding that being the only two people left in this world mean it would forever only be the two of you until the end of days.

There only had each other to trust, each other to rely upon, each other to help, each other to talk to. You lived at the Sanctum together. You shared everything. And while you weren't as keen on sorcery as Stephen was, you shared magic too.

Human contact, physical touch, was not out of question either – sometimes a brush of hand here and there, hands on yours as he helped you guide and control your own magic, a ruffle of hair to display his pride in your progress, a supportive grip on your waist as you dusted off the upper part of book shelves, your grounding touch on his arm when he was spiraling in the darkness and your hands tightly grabbing his to pull him back to the here and now.

You ached to be closer.

He was still reading out loud to you, when in a moment of boldness you rolled onto your side and huddled closer to him. You reached out to gently place a hand on his leg and had you been more courageous you might have initiated more contact, quietly contemplating if he would have accepted it had you just moved to rest your head in his lap.

But even this, the simplest touch, made him stop in his tracks for a moment, pausing, a questioning glance down at you, sharp brows furrowing.

"Is everything... alright?", he asked, unsure what to make of the sudden attention.

"I like it when you read to me", you stated with a rather awkward smile, unsure as how to approach him, not knowing if you could truly express what you wanted, though if words couldn't speak enough for you, maybe your touch would. You scaled your fingers up his thigh and back down to his knee.

"Then you are lucky I happen to like reading to you", Stephen said, composed as usually, though you could see the puzzled look in his eyes, his gaze drifting from where it had been focused on you to your hand on his knee and back up to your face. "But as it seems, you don't seem too interested in the book at the moment", he figured. There was almost humor in his voice.

"I am... I really do like your reading. I just... had to think about how much I also enjoy this. How grateful I am that I am here and that it's just the two of us. I wouldn't want it to be different, ever. Sorry for getting distracted and interrupting", you muttered, not wanting to admit to the fact he was the reason of your distraction. He was the one you'd been studying. He was the one you could get lost in.

“I have a small suggestion.” His smile was eerily gentle. "How about I read you instead?", he asked.

"What do you mean by that?", you wondered, your fingers absentmindedly rubbing lazy circles into his leg, a gesture he must have found himself agreeable to or else he would have let you known otherwise, "Read my mind or...?"

The curve of his mouth turned into a sign of his amusement and he shut the book with a snap.

"My dear friend, I am a very powerful and dangerous sorcerer. Reading you would be like reading a childrens book. I could easily push past the bounds of your head, enter the depth of your mind. I would find it a lot more interesting and insightful than any book could ever be", he drawled out, before turning to you altogether, his eyes already seeming like they could stare deep into your soul, "Would you have me read you? Let me see everything. Your deepest fears, your darkest desires. Once you let me in, you cannot shut me out again."

"I would", you whispered, knowing that it wouldn't matter what he could and couldn't see, knowing that Stephen would not judge or scold you, and you somehow liked the risk of letting someone delve into your mind, know and see you completely – especially knowing it would be him.

There wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't share with Stephen.

“Will you?”, your request followed.

Maybe the sorcerer would be able to uncover things you hadn't even known about yourself. It would be so much more intimate than anything else could ever be, to have him uncover you completely.

The man appreciated your trust with a nod, placing the book in his hands aside, getting up from his spot to kneel on the bed. "I need you to get comfortable. Close your eyes", he instructed you, guiding you to settle flat on your back, making sure your head was carefully bedded on a pillow.

There was something oddly entrusting about this, closing your eyes, neither able to see Stephen nor know what would await you next, but you didn't feel nervous in the slightest.

All you felt was him shifting, perhaps leaning over you, the weight of his palm on your forehead. You heard him mutter something under his breath – then a sudden indescribable pressure, digging into your skull, the sensation of warmth seeping through skin and bone. There was no pain, but something was surging inside your head so prominently that you could feel it, creating an almost uncomfortable itch inside your head.

But once that pressure eased, it was nothing but a thick haze clouding your mind. This was his magic. You could feel him, carefully following the track of your thoughts, though not for long.

The sudden loss of this sensation was much like awakening from a dream.

It was over in the blink of an eye – and cracking yours open, you could see him bent over you, seemingly lost in thought as his gaze remained fixed and focused on you.

"What did you see?", you wondered, breaking the silence between you, enjoying the way the strange sorcerer lingered close, his trembling and weathered fingers trailing your temples, your cheeks, the outline of your jaw. You could have melted into his touch alone.

"A lot of darkness", Stephen whispered back to you as he traced the features of your face, thumb grazing your bottom lip, your chin, eventually cupping your cheek again, brushing it gently.

"Desperation. The feeling of never being good enough. Emptiness. You find the idea of death embracing and desirable. Sadness. For never having been able to find joy in this life."

The sound of his voice, his fleeting soft touches and his truthful words made you shiver. How uncomfortably accurate it was.

"But there was more. There was something good. A brightness. Desire. To have someone who understands you, who will not abandon you. Hope. You finally see yourself complete and you know that you are not alone. Lust. Chasing companionship, longing for someone to touch and worship you in the most sweetest and deranged ways I have ever seen", he went on as his fingers trailed down your throat, the prominent Adam's apple, where his hand then lingered, "I wonder if that is what you want from me, but are afraid to request."

"I do", you breathed, voice broken by the shudder that surged through your body when the hand suddenly closed around your throat, fingers tightening their grip right as a loud crack of lightening broke through the clouds.

His hand closing around your throat, pressing down on your larynx as you suddenly found yourself unable to gasp for air, unable to beg for your life, the rush of adrenaline sending waves of pleasure through you.

You couldn't deny it. You wanted this. You crumbled under his touch.

Stephen eased his grip again, letting you take a deep breath, a curious look in his eyes as he seemed to muster your sweet reaction to the disruption of your airflow, your lips parted and eyes widened, heart hammering in your chest heaving with excitement.

"My sweet friend, requesting to be controlled, wanting to submit to someone, who gets decide over you, who toys with you, who makes you feel alive", he mused as a sinister smile traveled his lips, looming over him, a dark shadow only illuminated by the eerie candlelight, "And who am I to refuse? All of your wishes are my calling."

"Please make me feel something", you begged, "Use me as you please."

You had always known there was something wrong and deranged within you. You hadn't expected it to feel so good, allowing him to control whether you breathed or not, letting him decide whether you lived or not. You trusted him with your life, and so you were willing to trust him with your body too.

"My darling, words cannot describe the ways I wish to give you pleasure", Stephen growled, leaning in as his hand traveled south, over the plane of your chest, heart jumping at the promise of more, to your soft stomach, where heat tightly coiled, and all the way down to your already rousing cock, never having been touched so sweetly by anyone but yourself, the sensation still new and overwhelming, "Or how I plan on making you mine, for that matter, which in mind you know you already are."

You sucked in a deep breath, words of lust and despair on your tongue as you wanted nothing more than to beg for him to continue. He was barely touching you and you were achingly hard with arousal. You needed, but before you could ever dare of requesting it, Stephen pressed his other hand over your mouth, denying you your words.

"Hush now", he murmured, pulling his hand back from you lips, stroking your heated face with utmost gentleness, "Let me take care. No need to waste your breath on speaking things I already know."

And so the sorcerer went to work his magic.

His hands, precise and studious, moved all across your body, blanket mindlessly thrown aside, as Stephen ensured to strip you bit by bit, take you apart. Disrobed and naked, your pale skin contrasting the dark sheets, his grip returned to your throat and he squeezed down, forcefully, as your breath came to a halt and excitement surged under your skin again, your cock growing harder the more you found yourself incapable of breathing.

"Beautiful", the sorcerer muttered under his own breath, watching you with this odd curiosity, his own pupils wide with desire, "It is truly magnificent how responsive you are to me."

Stephen removed his hands once more, drawing a discontented moan out of you, who wished for nothing more than to have him continue.

However, as you saw how the man was loosening the belt around his waist, pulling his own robes open, you weren't so disappointed anymore to have him withdraw for a while - because he was allowing you to see him, his pale skin littered in scars and other markings that you would have just loved to map out another time.

As he stripped out of his pants, your eyes were immediately drawn to the heavy cock nestled beneath a dark patch of hair, stirring as your gazes raked over one another.

A moment of silence settled between the two of you, safe for the rumble of thunder, heavy gusts of wind audibly blowing through the cracks and floorboards of the Sanctum, and your agitated breathing.

Then in the candlelight, the sinister smirk returned to the softened features of Stephen's face and he leaned forward, hand sneaking up the length of your torso up to your neck, fingers wrapping tightly around your throat again, as he brought your bodies close, the press of his thighs against your own, cocks sliding together as he ground into you.

If you were able to breathe, you would have moaned. The pressure on your throat, your heart beating faster and harder as your lungs struggled for air, combined with the sweet sensation of your hardness pressing against his, was driving you crazy with need and lust.

You reached out to cling onto Stephen's arm, begging him to keep his hand on you throat as much as wanting him to relieve the pressure, for a single short breath.

It was as if Stephen could see deep into your soul, easing the grip as soon as the thought had passed your mind, letting you breathe and moan so sweetly as he thrust his hips forward, your cocks rubbing against each other, an unknown pleasure crawling up your spine with every movement Stephen made, creating the sweetest friction between you.

"More", you whimpered, shifting your own hips upwards to press against the man atop you, whose own grunts and heavy breaths joined the noises filling the room.

The fingers around your neck pressed down again, the flat of his hand restricting your air, the digits tightly squeezing down on the veins providing your brain with blood, restricting that too.

Every thrust making your cocks brush together, your own so achingly hard that you were afraid you might just burst any moment, no moans and pleas able to pass your lips.

You were feeling light-headed soon enough, vision clouded, lungs struggling, but you were so driven by lust that you still pressed into Stephen, needing more friction, needing to feel more of him.

At just the right time, the pressure on your neck eased once more, allowing you room to come back to your full senses, a shuddering gasp escaping you, a desperate and long moan following as Stephen removed his hand from your throat altogether, sneaking it between the two of your, long fingers wrapping around both cocks.

You took note how he was looking at you.

Pupils blown wide, sweat on his brow, lips parted and snarling, like a predator eyeing his prey, like the wolf about to devour the sheep, wanting to satisfy his hunger, to ease his craving, and the groans that left his throat was like music in your ears. You'd never heard something so wonderful.

His body atop you was trembling as much as yours, his grip on your cocks tight, jerking you both off furiously, slick with your excitement, taking you further and further to the edge, sharing hot and raw pleasure.

"Choke me again", you whined, feeling the pressure of your orgasm near, "Please."

And so Stephen obliged. All it needed was a flick of his fingers, his warm and familiar magic circling your neck like snakes, coiling tighter and tighter and tighter, more precise than any hand ever could, until you couldn't breath and couldn't think and couldn't stop yourself from spilling all over Stephen's hand and your stomach, feeling so much all at once, rutting against the man still, struggling to catch a breath, but knowing it felt just right not being able to.

Pleasure continued to surge through you, even after Stephen released again and with a load groan, a sharp snap of his hips against yours, he spilled himself too.

Two sweaty and sticky messes, that's how you had first ended up in each others arms – the first time of many more to come.

Having been lonely for so long, the world suddenly didn't seem as cold and hopeless anymore, not as long as you were together. For now, you had each other and Stephen Strange gave you that one thing you had thought would never occur to you again.

You finally found joy.

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Characters I Write For

(I only write male! Reader)

The Walking Dead:

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

(i will also write Negan x Rick)

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inactive-hellish-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Beautiful | Stephen Strange x male reader

genre: fluff (a little bit of hurt? but i dont think it counts)

requested: no

summary: Stephen Strange, although known for having an overinflated ego, had an insecurity that nobody was shy about pointing out. Then, he's introduced to a man who never pried, and he couldn't help but fall.

a/n: this is my longest fic so far, and im a little proud of the length! in all honesty, this fic is just two different ideas mushed into one, so if it doesn't flow quite well, that would be why. also, all of my dr strange fics so far have ended in confession?? very strange... pun not intended.

word count: 3.2k

In all the time Stephen had known you, he’d never shown you his hands. From the moment Wong introduced you as his friend and every interaction since, he’d wear some form of gloves. Although he knew they were nothing to be ashamed of, he despised the scars, the bumps, the rods, and how evident the unsteadiness in his hands were without coverings. Every time he saw the unsightly things, he’d clench them into fists, and want to punch the nearest wall when even that felt weak. His mind convinced him that, if his reaction to his own hands was this bad, how much worse would it be for others? So he hid them around as many people as possible, and those who knew never brought it up.

Unfortunately, those who didn’t know were a different story. Sometimes they’d ask about his gloves, especially when it was a person he’d see often. The lady at the store, the barista at the cafe he frequented, non-magical librarians, and the rest. They’d all asked him about his gloves at least once at some point. Why he wore them, that they’d never seen him without them, that he must be hot wearing them in this weather, etcetera.

But not you. You’d never asked, never brought it up, never even so much as looked at them weirdly besides the first time you met when you’d observed them for a second longer than usual. Stephen hadn’t realized how much he was bothered by how others thought of his hands until you offered him a safe space to simply exist without consciously thinking about them, and it allowed him to feel comforted around you. He began to crave your company whenever he was being questioned about his gloves, and even just in general when he was alone. He wanted to fill every free moment he had with memories of you.

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“I want to tell him.” The sound of Stephen’s voice broke the silence in the library, causing Wong to look up from the book he was looking at in confusion.

“Tell who what?” Wong took in the sight of Stephen leaning on a desk with his face resting on his hand and decided to close the book, sensing a longer conversation coming. Stephen broke his dazed gaze and looked up at the librarian, eyes conveying the message of “seriously?” clearly.

“You know who. I want to tell him about my hands!” The sorcerer stood up straight and brought both gloved hands up into clear view to emphasize his point. He then turned and started to pace around. Wong was unsure how to react. He was aware of Stephen’s developing feelings for his friend, but this was an unexpected turn of events. Although he’d shown an interest in possibly developing a romantic relationship with someone, his hands hadn’t been mentioned in any way, shape, or form.

“That's rather sudden. What brought this on?" Stephen’s pacing stopped and his body visibly tensed instead. Wong could feel the hesitance to speak undulating off of him in waves, and thought the conversation was over for a moment, until the man turned around with a look of determination in his eyes.

“He… I feel safe around him, Wong,” the man spoke as though it physically pained him to get the words out, but pressed on. “I want him to know. More. About me. I want to share parts of myself with him.” He took in a breath and started pacing again. “Is that weird? I feel like that’s weird.”

“Who would’ve thought, Doctor Stephen Strange talking about his feelings.” Wong let out an amused chuckle until it was shut down by a glare.

“Sorry.”

Wong cleared his throat before speaking again.

“I don’t think it’s weird, I think you’re just…”

“Just what?”

“Lovesick?” At that, Stephen let out an incredulous scoff and rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out of their sockets.

“I don’t get lovesick, Wong. I’m an adult, not some childish teenager who isn’t in control of his feelings. I-”

“Am lovesick.”

“Am not!” The man turned with a little more force than necessary, shakiness in his hands noticeable even while wearing his gloves and from afar. A few moments passed, and he took a deep breath to steady himself while Wong stood strong, chin up and proud.

“Sorry.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Yeah, I do. Dammit.” The man sighed and buried his face into his hands, only to pull them away and stare at them when the tremors got worse. Now Wong was shocked. A bit of agitation and aggressiveness wasn’t entirely out of character for the man, but admitting being wrong was a once in a lifetime occurrence.

“Do you think I should do it?” He looked up from his hands, making eye contact with the librarian. The raw vulnerability in his eyes shocked Wong even further, if that were possible.

“I can’t decide for you, Stephen. But I can say that, if you do choose to tell him, you have nothing to be afraid of.”

The two shared a quick look of understanding and Wong went back to flipping through his book while Stephen steeled his resolve and portaled away.

~~~

Even after his talk with Wong, Stephen spent a week mulling over how he would go about telling you about his past, even considering abandoning the idea altogether at times. Nevertheless, he managed to come up with a plan and ask you to come over to the Sanctum.

You arrived in the evening when the sun was a couple minutes away from beginning to set, and Stephen was a bundle of nerves trying its best to look like a functioning human being. The two of you spent a handful of minutes chatting and getting over the initial nervousness of being together alone, and ended up sitting on a couch somewhere in the endless building.

“So, why’d you call me over here?” You inquired during a halt in conversation, taking a sip of the tea Stephen made.

“Can’t I ask a friend over? To socialize and talk?” Even to him, the attempt at steering the conversation away from the main point was pathetic. He winced when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Right, because you’re just so sociable.” You placed the teacup on the coffee table in front of you and turned your body to face the other man on the couch. He did the same, but chose to look at his gloved hands that sat on his lap instead.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah—yeah, everything’s fine. I just—” He let a sigh slip from his lips and looked up from his hands, choosing to look at your face instead. After a moment of silence and thinking, he spoke.

“Why haven’t you asked about my hands?”

Well that wasn’t what he meant to say.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you started to grow a bit worried since he hadn’t ever brought up the topic of his hands around you.

“Well, it’s not really my business, is it? Sure, I was curious, but if I needed to know, you’d tell me in your own time.” You chose to answer his question honestly and it seemed to be the right choice as the sorcerer seemed a bit more relaxed.

“Right. Speaking of telling you, that’s actually why I asked you here today.” He took in a breath and let it out slowly.” I think you know I used to be a neurosurgeon, but the reason I looked for Kamar-Taj was… Ah, it might be better to just show you, actually.” You watched as he began tugging off his gloves, the action hesitant at first. Then you saw the “fuck it” moment in his expression, and his gloves were off in a blink. You thought your expression was fairly neutral, but Stephen was able to see the shock in your eyes and heard the sharp intake of breath through your nose.

“You can touch them, if you want,” he commented when he noticed your hands hovering in front of you, as though they wanted to touch but weren’t sure if they were allowed. You looked up at his face, gaining confirmation that he meant the words through the sincerity in his eyes. You also caught a trace of nervousness, and your heart softened. This meant a lot to him. You knew Stephen wasn’t the type to open up easily, and this moment was one of extreme vulnerability. The fact that he trusted you enough to share it with you could’ve brought tears to your eyes.

Focusing back on his hands, you tentatively reached out and scooped one up in each hand, allowing your thumbs to trace over some of the scars and rods inside of his fingers. Your hands shook as well, but they were as still as statues in comparison to the trembling of his.

“I got into a car accident. Well, more like I drove myself off a cliff because of my overinflated ego.” He chuckled, but there was little humor in his voice. “A lot of the scars are from surgeries, to get them to stop shaking. Safe to say they didn’t work. The only thing they did was make my hands look hideous.” At that, you looked back up at his face in shock.

“You think they’re hideous?” His expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Yes? Do you not see them? They’re mangled and—and broken, they’re more metal than skin and bones, they’re—”

“Beautiful.”

You didn’t think it was possible for someone to look that astonished.

“At least, that’s what I think.” When it became clear that he wasn’t going to speak anytime soon, you continued. “I mean, like you said, you used to be a surgeon, right? That couldn’t have been easy, so it’s pretty crazy that they were capable of surgery. Even now, they’re doing incredible sorcery and saving lives—because you want to save them, not as a side effect of greed this time.” Although it may have sounded mean, you knew Stephen used to be driven by money and ego, and you knew he was thinking that as a rebuttal, so you had to get it out of the way. “But besides what they can do, I think they’re great just because they’re yours, and I think you’re pretty great, Stephen. Your scars tell a big part of your story and what made you who you are now, even if it wasn’t the prettiest process.”

That was when the waterworks began. It was only a few tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, but they held the weight of a waterfall of emotion. When he realized, he sniffed and quickly pulled his hands away to wipe the tears away with them, looking away.

“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to start crying, I just…” He trailed off and looked back at you who looked at him with such understanding, patience, and openness that a few more tears slipped out.

“I think I really needed that.”

When you embraced him in the most comforting hug he’s ever experienced, he knew.

He knew that he was utterly and irrevocably in love with you.

~~~

“The queerbaiting was terrible! They could’ve made the most iconic gay couple in all of film history, but they threw it away for a poory forced together last minute hetero couple.”

You were currently dragging Stephen along with you to take a walk because you insisted that “the weather’s so nice today, we should enjoy it!” and he couldn’t ever say no to you, and you ended up ranting about a TV show and why you hated it. Stephen didn’t really understand as he didn’t watch new films often, but was too busy staring at you to care. Anyone could see the pure love and admiration in his eyes as he drank in your figure under the warm light of the sunset, wishing that he could hold your hand or lean in and kiss you more than anything. As the sun went down and the streetlights turned on, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence. Silence that was soon interrupted by the sounds of rain hitting the pavement around you.

“Ah, shit. I didn’t think it was gonna rain,” you shivered and crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to maintain some warmth. Immediately, Stephen pulled the cloak in the form of a scarf from his neck, allowed it to transform back into a cloak, and slipped it over your shoulders in a single smooth movement. He held on to the lapels and adjusted it, making your bodies face each other. The action made you look up at him with a smile and a raised eyebrow that made it impossible for the sorcerer to look away.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that! I just don’t want you to get sick.”

“So you do care about me!” At that he rolled his eyes and couldn’t help the soft smile that formed on his face.

“Yes, I do.” Suddenly, the surrounding air became charged and it felt silent even with the deafening hammering of the rain around you.

“I care about you a lot, actually.” His words came out so quietly you wouldn’t have been able to hear them had you not been so close. When did you get so close? You decided it didn’t matter because, as he slid his hands down to your back, the contact between your bodies became all that mattered.

“I know this might seem a little sudden, but I have something I need to tell you.” Stephen swallowed the lump in his throat and took a shaky breath in an attempt to steel his nerves before speaking again. You slid one of your hands up to his bicep, starting to rub little shapes in what you hoped was a soothing action.

“I already told you that I care about you, but I don’t think you understood exactly what I meant by that.” He swallowed again and took a baby step closer to you, chests now nearly touching. “I meant that I care about you more than platonically. More than as a friend, and definitely more than a friend of a friend.”

Before continuing his speech, he made a hesitant and shaky move to bring one of his hands up to cup your face. It shook even as he rested it on your face, and even more as he tried brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. He pressed his lips together in what seemed like a look of defeat, and you brought your hand up to hold his. At this point, both of you were soaked in rain water, but the heat of the moment felt like more than enough to keep the cold at bay.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I… I think I…” He started to look away, eyes shut tight, and his hands dropped to his sides. “Dammit, why can’t I just-”

“Stephen.”

He still didn’t look back at you, so you did what he had moments ago and brought the hand on his arm up to his face, softly angling it to look at you again.

“Stephen.”

This time he didn’t look away, although he seemed a bit embarrassed.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I do, but it’s a little hard to just confess that I’m in love with you out of nowhere, isn’t it?”

He froze, like the words escaped a tight jail cell made specifically for them. Meanwhile, a grin formed on your face, like the words had entered a special place in your heart made specifically for them.

“You’re in love with me?” You stepped just a bit closer, chests now touching, and you let your hand caress the side of his face. He seemed to unfreeze with every movement.

“Yeah, I am.” He was finally responsive, bringing his hands to the middle of your back.

“Good, because I’m in love with you too.”

“Is that so?”

You hummed in response.

“In that case, I have another confession to make.”

“Shoot.”

“I’d very much like to kiss you right now.” He leaned in close enough for the tips of your noses to graze each other, but with enough room for you to pull away if you wanted to. Your grin widened.

“What a coincidence, I’d like that too.”

“Oh, shut up.” And with that, he finally leaned in to close the gap between your lips.

Your hand slid to the back of his neck, slightly pulling him in closer if that were even possible, and he did the same by tugging you in by the waist. The rain continued to pour, and you eventually had to pull away with a laugh because of how messy the kiss was getting due to the rain. When you did, you were met with the breathtaking sight of Stephen, hair glued to his forehead from the rain, and smiling more vibrantly than you had ever seen. The streetlight only served to make him seem more angelic.

Little did you know, he felt the same. Your affection and love freely flowing through your eyes into your expression and body language, all directed at him, was overwhelmingly positive. He felt it in his heart that this moment would be cherished for the rest of his life.

Your laughter settled, and after a handful of seconds of simply staring at each other, you shivered. The fire in your veins wasn’t enough to keep the cold at bay after all.

“We should head back,” Stephen reached into his pocket for his sling ring and created a portal to the sanctum. Specifically, his bedroom.

“Oh, Stephen. You’re awfully forward today, aren’t you?” You teased as you stepped into the portal, cringing a bit when the rain water dripped off of you and formed a small puddle on the ground.

“That’s not—god, you’ll be the death of me.” He followed you in, heading straight for the bathroom connected to his bedroom and pulling out a couple towels. It was then he realized the issue.

“I should’ve portaled you home, huh?” He looked up from the towels in his hands to you who leaned on the doorway of the bathroom, the cloak of levitation floating behind you in the bedroom.

“You get it now?” You laughed softly as you stepped into the bathroom, reaching for one of the towels in the sorcerer’s hands. “It’s alright, we can just take turns with the shower.” Before he could suggest otherwise, you leaned in close enough to feel his warm breath on your cheeks. “Or, we could shower together?” The last thing you saw before a towel was thrown into your face was a wonderful blush growing on Stephen’s face.

In the end, he agreed to your initial solution because he didn’t want the night to end quite yet. You showered first and he lent you some clothes to change into. Your time together stretched into ungodly hours of the night and was spent cooking and eating dinner, talking, and a little bit of kissing. When it was time for you to leave, Stephen created a portal to the front of your apartment door, watched you go inside (even though it was literally only a few feet away), and spent another hour or so in bed replaying the events of the day and enjoying the warmth bubbling under his skin. It was safe to say you were in no better condition.

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Unfamiliar Territory (Stephen Strange x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Gender Neutral Reader For the pride prompt: Asexual reader willing to engage in some sexual activity with a partner trying to find a way that satisfies both their needs and preferences Rating: Explicit Words: 1307 POV: Second Summary: You’re not comfortable with sex, but you do wanna try something with your boyfriend Dr Stephen Strange. Notes: Happy Belated Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. This reuest came in later, so I took my sweet time with it. The reader is not explicitly asexual, but is uncomfortable with being touched in a sexual way. Reader is on top of Stephen more than once, so this work may not be plus-size friendly, depending on how you imagine it. Tags: fluff and smut, these bitches so in love, blowjob, butt touching, first time, zero spoilers for any movie and Stephen should try some pineapple

“I got you,” you mused into your boyfriend’s face. “You got me,” he chuckled back.

You loosened up his hair, the water keeping it slicked back no match for your fingers. Stephen let you, smiling lovestruck at you, as you were on top of him. His hands lay flat on the mattress. There was a slight tremble in his hands. He lied rigidly on the bed, eyes trained on you. You shared his nerves, so you decided to stick to familiarity for now. You mussed up his hair, enjoyed the soft strands running between your fingers. Then, you kissed him and rolled off him to lay your head on his shoulder.

Stephen swung his arm around you and let his hand rest on the small of your back. Before you could chicken out and turn this into an accidental cuddle session, you spoke up. “Touch my butt.” He turned his head, both bemused and amused, while his hand tentatively slipped lower, until it was resting on your behind. “I mean more like… grope me?” Stephen shifted until you were both on your sides on the bed. His hand took a good grab at your left cheek, squeezing a little.

“Like this?” You nodded. Stephen grinned and pulled you closer by the butt, his hand feeling around the area, tracing the slope, running a finger right above the edge of your underwear. “May I?” He had one finger underneath the fabric, waiting for consent to continue what he started below the clothes.

You hesitated and he pulled his hand away. “No, no, keep your hand there,” you assured him as you put his hand back on your derrière. “Sorry, I kind of have no idea what I’m comfortable with yet.” You could see Stephen was about to chicken out instead of you and suggest you’d wait until you did figure it out. It was more likely that Captain America himself bursted through your door and claimed to be your long lost son, than you figuring something out for once. Therefore, you did not allow Stephen to even make the suggestion you knew he was about to make. “But I’d like to figure that out with you… now.”

Your boyfriend let out a shaky breath and then nodded. “What do you need from me?” Screw him and his hard questions. You let out the longest ‘uuuhhh’ in your life. Long enough that Stephen decided to take over for you on your thinking. “Okay, how about we try something over the clothes?”

You nodded and allowed Stephen to direct you into a new position. Well, not exactly new. Being in Stephen’s lap was familiar territory. Having him hold you close while he explored your mouth was just as familiar. His hand then found its way back to your ass, squeezing and pushing you against him. You got the idea and followed his lead, rubbing yourself against him while you hummed against his lips.

Time was no longer a thing as you felt the stimulation through your pyjamas. Heavy breaths mixed as you tangoed with hips and lips. Then all of the sudden, a moan echoed through the room. It wasn’t yours. The red face in front of you made it easy to guess whose it was. “That,” you started, unsure of what was going to come out of your mouth next, “was really… hot actually. Can I…? Can I touch you? Like… under the clothes?”

Stephen nodded, head visibly still reeling from the sound he just made. You slid off his lap and placed your hands on his hips, which he lifted for you. You pulled his pyjama pants and underwear off in a staccato movement that left his semi-hard cock exposed to the chilly bedroom air. “Are you going to take anything off?” You pulled off your shirt in response. It was nothing he had not seen before, but you were not ready for more unfamiliar territory yet. Your lovely man did not ask for more. You ran your hands up his thighs and rested them on his hips. His heavy shaft resided between your hands on his abdomen.

Stephen’s eyes were hooded as he looked down at you. A rosy glow adorned his cheeks. You looked away from his gaze. Seeing it up close planted ideas in your head and before you could overthink it, you leaned down and licked a stripe up his cock. Stephen gasped above you, mumbling something you did not quite catch. The skin had a salty tang to it, but it was not unpleasant. You licked again and the man underneath you rewarded you with a bitten back groan. “I assume this is ok?” You giggled between long, drawn out licks over his length.

Stephen huffed. “A little unexpected, but very much pleasant,” he replied, hands clenching into the sheets below him. There was a smile hidden in the lips he kept clenched between his teeth. With the saliva coating his cock, you started stroking it. His quiet sounds were all the positive affirmation you needed. While you pleased him with one hand, you leaned further down and decided to give his balls a little licking as well. The increase in volume told you enough.

There was so much to do with just your hands and tongue. You licked the head while you stroked the rest of the length. You traced the ridge of the head with the tip of your tongue. You sucked on the frenum. When you took one of his balls in your mouth, you felt his legs shake around you. “I’m close,” he warned, though there was no instruction of ‘keep going’ or ‘stop’.

You knew what came next in porn. Surely that would be the preferred next action. “Will you cum in my mouth?” You heard him curse more whole-heartedly than you had ever heard him curse before. You guided his hand to his cock and stuck your tongue out.

“It tastes awful.” “Can’t be that bad.” “I’m serious.” “Prove it.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he started to vigorously stroke himself, the tip of his cock touching your tongue. “Fuck it, if you insist.” You smiled as you waited for him to finish. It took longer than you had anticipated, but eventually Stephen made the most primal sounds you had ever heard and spilled his seed into your mouth.

He was right. It did taste awful. You let him finish and then grabbed your shirt from beside you to spit his semen in. You heard Stephen laugh while you wiped your mouth. “I told you,” he chuckled with an infuriating grin. You scowled at him and then crawled on top of him to kiss him. You had hoped he would taste his cum, but you doubted it by the way he held you close to have your lips on his for longer.

When you finally parted, a string of saliva kept you connected. “I think it is your turn now,” Stephen whispered, voice lower than usual. It would have been very sexy, were it not for the immediate response of every nerve in your body going ‘oh no’. Your boyfriend must have noticed you tensing up, because his hands were no longer moving down your body, but up your arms instead. “Unless you don’t want to,” he added rapidly, thumbs rubbing over your exposed shoulders.

“I uh… I think this was enough unfamiliar territory for one day and uh… I actually think I much prefer touching you than the other way around.” You scratched at your face, eyes avoiding his. One hand moved from your shoulder to cup your face. An understanding smile painted Stephen’s face, making you sigh in relief. With just one smile, Stephen was telling it all. You could touch him all you wanted and if you ever wanted him to, he’d touch you too.

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goodstories08 · 2 years

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Wiccan

Reed Richards X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Y/n and Reed lived a happy and simple life, they fell in love and had a family together. Things weren’t as simple as they seemed how ever, Y/n was an alternate version of Wanda’s son Billy. When she crosses paths with the Illuminati on her journey for happiness, Y/n must face his mother and save his husband.

!Disclaimer! Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness SPOILERS!

“Stop Wanda, there’s no need for this,” Reed yelled as he swung down to the cold marble floor. The other members of the Illuminati stood behind him in defensive positions as Wanda’s eyes glew a brighter shade of red.

“Do you have kids, Mr. Richards,” Wanda said in a blank tone, Reed furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and nodded. “Is their mother still alive?” Reed was still confused but cautious and in a fighting position, “Yes, their father is alive.” Wanda tilted her head as she raised her hands, bright glowing orbs held between her fingers, “Good, at least they’ll have one parent left to look after them.”

Y/n flung up off his bed panting, he looked down to his arms as Skylar and Athena woke up. The two children rubbed their eyes and slowly rose from their their slumber, “Daddy where are you going, were is Papa?” Y/n’s eyes burned a bright blue, “Papa’s in trouble, stay here.” He ran out of the room while the two girls stay sitting up confused to what was happening.

He ran out of the door and focused his energy to form an orb in his hands. His baggy tee shirt and shorts morphed into a starry suit and red cloak. A light blue aura surrounded his body as he flew up into the night sky.

“Wanda you need to stop!,” Reed yelled before jumping forward, he was stoped however by Wanda. She raised her hand and lifted him from the ground, “Goodbye Mr. Richards.”

“NO!” Y/n flew down and slammed the ground crating a shockwave of blue to slam Wanda into the concrete wall. “Reed,” Y/n yelled while falling down to his side. Reed’s chest heaved up and down heavily as the cut on his forehead bleed more. “Y/n you need to get out of here!”

“No I won’t leave you,” Y/n cried before turning his head to see Wanda fighting Captain Carter and Captain Marvel. The sound of Captain Carter’s shield bouncing of the wall and into her ring through the building. She let out a single groan of pain before falling to the floor. Reed tried to stand but couldn’t balance himself. “Stay here Reed,” Y/n flew up from the ground, hovering about a few feet in the air.

Wanda turned her attention to him and her expression softened. “Billy?,” she said with emotion on her voice, tears rolled down her eyes as they turned back to normal color. “Who the fuck is that?! My name is Y/n,” he yelled causing Wanda to flinch a bit.

“No your my son, but older. No need to be scared come here,” she said in a comforting tone. “Stay away from me and my husband!” Y/n warned while she started to float up to match Y/n’s height. “He’s your husband? You have kids? I want to meet them. Let me see my grandchildren,” she said in a harsh manner, eyes glowing bright red once more.

“Stay away from my family bitch,” Wanda threw a piece of concrete toward Y/n but he stoped it with ease. “I said stay away!” His hands flew I front of his face, the concrete price crumbled away and Wanda was lifted from her place. Blue energy swirled around her, pulling her apart limb by limb. She screamed but shortly after, snapped out of it and pushed Y/n to the ground. He groaned in pain as the pressure increased.

“Billy sweetie I don’t want to hurt you,” She said while coming down toward the ground. She reached out and turned Y/n over, her eyes widened when she saw his eyes. They were glowing brighter than the sun, she immediately fell back. Blinded by the bright light. Y/n let out a scream as a giant force threw her into a giant statue. His screams continued as he fell to the floor. His vision started to blur.

“Y/n!” Reed called as he stumbled over to Y/n, he laid a kiss on his lips and whispered, “Get us out of here.”

Y/n channeled his last bit of energy to teleport them home. Skylar and Athena ran up to their dads as soon as they say them walk through the door, both covered in bloodstains and dirt. “Papa what happened?,” one of the curious little girls questioned. Reed smiled and pulled the two girls and Y/n in for a hug. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Reed,” Y/n whispered, “What about Wanda we can’t stop her.” He shook his head and lifted Y/n’s chin. “Don’t worry about that right now,” he pulled the shorter male into his chest before kissing him passionately. “I love you.”

#reed richards #x male reader #dr strange #wanda maximoff #marvel #gay #lgbtq

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havensins · 11 months

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Can I request a Stephen strange pwp, like he’s been super sarcastic and bratty all day so you just teach him a lesson and fuck the brat out of him til he’s begging and crying

stephen strange x dom!m!reader

cw . soft dom! reader, bratty!stephen, teasing, edging, crying, begging.

note . hi :))) this request is so old omg, im sorry for my absence once again & i hope you enjoy! as always, not proofread :)!

you had stephen pushed against one of the walls in his bedroom. his eyes screwed shut as your hand worked his needy cock. you looked into him with mocked pity, using your non-dominant hand to caress his cheek.

this was your third time edging him, he’d been moaning out expletives and continuing his bratty act since you’d began, although you knew you were close to breaking him.

“what’s the matter my love?” you asked, words as smooth as honey; contrasting your harsh movements. “fuck off.” he mutters slowly, pushing his hips up into your hand to try an match your rhythm.

leaning close to him, a dark smile graces your lips. “sweetheart i’d suggest you try to apologize. after all i am the one who decides if you get to cum by the end of this.” you murmur, and you can hear his breathing hitch.

stephen had been strung thin the entire week; stressing and putting his body into overdrive in an effort to figure out a way to defeat the newest big bad™ and running himself taut.

normally, he didn’t let things like that get to him, seeing as he was one of the most experienced sorcerers. however, this one seemed to leave him stumped and as a result, he took his frustrations out on the people around him.

and, in hindsight, stephen truly should’ve known that acting this way with you of all people wouldn’t get him anywhere. he’d expected you to just give in, to touch him in the way he craved and truly allow him to unwind.

it was exactly how he’d gotten himself into this little predicament, body aching as his needy cock leaked in your hand. tears were steadily streaming down his cheeks and his resolve was melting by the minute. his brain was going all numb and fuzzy in the way he’d needed.

“i’m..” he gasps, hips twitching. you looked at him expectantly, pumping him faster. “i’m sorry! i-i’m sorry- just… please,” he moans, breathing harshly and meeting your eyes. “that wasn’t so hard, was it baby?” you asked, leaning forward to kiss him softly, sealing all of his pretty little noises.

“go ahead, love, cum.” you pull away and grant him permission, and his breath halts. he whines, a broken noise in the back of his throat and before you know it, he’s cumming and making a mess of your fingers. “there you go, sweet thing, let it all out,” you murmur, talking him through it.

“c’mon, bub, let’s get you cleaned up,” you tell him softly, and he only nods and smiles dazedly at your words.

during your more extensive parts of aftercare, you’d have to have a conversation about how he handles his stress from now on.. but that could wait. for now, you were focused on making sure he was okay after exerting himself so much.

#dom male reader #dom!reader #top male reader #avengers x male reader #sub!stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x male reader #dr strange x male reader #dr strange x reader

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skylarinfinity · 5 months

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strange : [looking male reader up and down] so how you become most powerful being ever exist?

male reader : eat healthy food, get good sleep and exercise a lot [shrugged]

strange : [looking at male reader suspiciously] so no soul bargain with demon?

male reader : [scrunch his nose in confused] if you call my cats demon's than yes i devoted my whole life for them... oh and my wife wanda [smile]

strange : [panicking] wanda? you mean the scarlet witch?! [male reader nods] oh hell nah you better not multiple-

male reader : [smiling] wanda is pregnant with our twins-

strange : shit, wong universe's in serious danger!

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sebastianwallows · 1 year

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A Strange Christmas

NOTE: This is a gift for @cainbutnotabel as a part of @startrekkingaroundasgard Marvel Gift Exchange!

Dr. Stephen Strange x Male/Masc reader featuring the prompt "There's only one bed here."

I hope you enjoy this! If you want me to add on to it as well I totally can, I just felt like it was so long already that I didn't want it to be boring. T_T I chose Stephen Strange because imo there's never enough Dr. Strange fanfiction out there. <3 "Stephen. I really don't think we can finish this hike right now." I was panting and hugging myself with frozen fingers at the same time. We were trying to reach a secret location at the top of this mountain, but he seemed to forget not everybody can wield magic to keep them from becoming a popsicle.

He stopped abruptly and turned around to really take in the sight of me. There he was with soft snowflakes landing on his dark hair for just a few seconds before they melted and there I was; shivering, sweating, and completely flushed from the wind on my cheeks.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Fine, we'll stop at the safehouse we talked about. It's only going to be worse up here tomorrow though.

My face lit up as much as it could with stiffened cheeks before I scurried past him, now motivated to get to the warmth of the cabin. I knew Stephen needed to find the artifact up here as quick as possible. I also knew that he would have much rather had Natasha or Clint toughing this out, but I was the only non-super, non-magical person available at the compound. Apparently only run-of-the mill humans could touch this thing and even though I could kick some ass when I needed to, I pretty much fit that bill.

The safe house was close by, even if it wasn't immediately visible with all the snow. Part of me felt bad about stopping, but the other part, the part that knew nobody else was actually after this thing right now; that part was just excited to spend the night with Stephen. At that thought I felt heat come to my cheeks for a different reason.

After a bit longer of stumbling around and squinting, trying to remember the landmarks we were told about, I finally saw it. I rushed to the door and tried to open it, my face falling when it didn't.

I could feel Stephen come up behind me as his tall frame shielded me from the wind. He place one hand on me shoulder and the other he waved around, uttering some words before the door to unlock it.

I practically ran through the door as the tension from his touch came rushing out of me. I had admired him from a reasonable distance for a while, but his aura was intimidating. Of course he was a beautiful man. I knew he was insanely smart. His dedication and mastery of magic was really something that left me in awe and left me all the more interested in him.

I was shocked he even initiated that much close contact with me. He was always distant with most people, but it seemed a lot less so with me.

I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head as I started to shed some of my layers. I knew my reaction probably threw him off a bit.

When I turned to face him he cocked an eyebrow at me. He was gracefully uncuffing his sleeves, hanging up his faithful cloak, his eyes drifting between me and the space in front of me.

"There's only one bed in here."

I blinked a few times, turning back around. I looked about the cabin and walked over to the 2 other doors in the place. All I found was a dusty closet and surprisingly decent washroom for a cabin in the middle of the mountains.

"Oh." My hand faltered as I went to close the bathroom door. "I, uh," looking around the cabin it was a pretty small space, but there was a sofa I laid my eyes on," I have no problem sleeping on that thing. I'm pretty beat anyways. As soon as I get warm I'll probably pass out."

Stephen chuckled a little bit and shook his head, "Nonsense. You need the rest more than I do, Cain. The bed is plenty big; since it's you that's here I don't mind sharing."

That statement really took me off guard and made me curious as to what he really thought of me. I took a seat on the bed, kicking my shoes off. He had continued to remove his shoes as well from where he stood near the door and coat rack, just carrying on as if he hadn't just said that.

I cleared my throat before choking out the word thanks. How do I even let my guard down enough to sleep in the same bed as him? And while trying my best to play it cool?

I decided to go take a shower to calm down and heat up. I was once again impressed the water actually got warm enough to make the room all steamy, of course I had no idea how long I had been in there.

I left the room, still gently rubbing some water out of my hair before I noticed Stephen all cozied up. It made me laugh a little bit to myself; I know he is just a guy at the end of the day, but nobody ever sees him in the mode. It made me feel special that he let his guard down enough for this.

He was tucked under the blankets fairly neatly, hands folded behind his head where I could see the entirety of his biceps and forearm. I climbed into the blankets, a little dizzy from being able to check him out so up close.

I could see tiny little dots of scars up his arms from his original accident. I could see the muscle tone and veins along his arm from where he continued to work so hard to keep his body in good condition.

I had to blink a few times to clear my thoughts when I finally realized he was try to talk to me.

He laughed when I looked up at him, a knowing smile on his face, "Did you want me to wear more to bed? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I -"

I shook my head and cut him off yelling the word no a bit too loudly. Is he actually flirting with me? Suddenly it almost felt too warm in the blankets, but there was no way I was going to be getting out of them.

He propped himself up on one elbow to get a better look at me before he spoke up, pointing towards the ceiling above us, " Well, I was going to go ahead and get the lights, but I think we should probably deal with that first."

I follow his finger upwards and my mouth fell open. There was a sprig of mistletoe hanging on the ceiling. And when I say hanging, I really mean that it seemed like it had just magically sprouted from the ceiling and felt like the walls were closing in on me.

"Stephen, did you...?" At my hesitant tone I could see that he was was a little worried he had come on too strong. I couldn't stand to see his face fall and I was very interested in what he was suggesting.

I reached out instinctively, putting my hand on his shoulder, "No, I - I want to follow through. I mean I want to do what the mistletoe tells us to do. I mean I'm - "

Before I even had time to stutter my into looking any dumber he leaned into me before hovering his lips above my forehead. "Is this where you want the kiss?"

I felt like my heart was going to stop at any minute. I couldn't believe how close he was. I took a leap of faith and reached my around around his side to nestle my body closer into his.

"Lower?" I adjusted myself to where I could peer into his heavy eyes and see his parted lips. I leaned in with just enough separation to speak. "Maybe on my lips?"

The air between us was thick and when he leaned in to kiss me it felt electric. Our legs tangled together beneath the blankets as we both got excited for more than just a peck under the mistletoe.

#doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #marvel fanfiction #dr strange fanfiction #doctor strange x male!reader

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